Lyrics: "Don't Fear the Lions"
Hey, say nay, and roll the fire Glass and steel and smoke for hire Drink from the well and run like hell Keep your teeth clenched on the wire. The wild moon is smiling down, she says, I love you, son We're wading through the forest while we're loading up our guns Steal a ship, sail from here, over the rail, dry like tears Clap hands to kill the cold and try to remember the sun. The growling ghost stands in the road, so mind the fog and hold your own Swear by your eyes and the light of day I don't fear the lions, let them carry me away. The rails are cold and the grade is steep The little bird in misery looks for a place to sleep He's all alone and chilled in bone and he has no tears to weep. Scream a way, dream a road Remember all the stories you were told The way is hard, but it isn't far and it's already too late to fold. Kill for gold and die for lead Mud and steam and grass for bread Choking dust and spitting clay, but we don't fear the lions, let them carry us away. When it's time, you draw the line Point out the mountain and I'll start the climb I'll drink to the moon and be back soon Set my jaw and bite the lime If we stall, then we fall so we crawl through it all and we cope with a hope that we can still hear the call Shot for shot, we walk the walk you talk the talk, I'll stalk the stalk secure the balk then ride out tall Watch for my signal then charge the walls. Eyes and dyes and blood all red Don't give a damn what they said Hoist that rag, it's done today because we don't fear the lions, let them carry us away. Who is captain of this clattering train? Nothing. Shadow. Mud. Decay. Shout and fill your head with clay. Rise to meet and eat the day. Rusting whale, behemoth machine They'll tell you, You don't really have to believe The whistle blows a phantom scream like a dying, haunting dream. We were too close to the fire. We were lost in the briar. The tide kept climbing higher. So we kept our teeth clenched on the wire. An artillery of roses carved in a tree A sundered ship in the deep glass sea The wraith displays what is lost and what is gained And then, at last, it is free. Hearken to the owl, it's all true It's a monster I found in you and the bird I shot has fallen dead; my sword and shield I've come to rue. Fallen hearts stained of coal Ash and fire makes them all I don't know what you want me to say, but I don't fear the lions, let them carry me away. The little bird in misery crawls in from the dawn His wing is broken and he has no strength to run So pour me a drink because we'll all be gone and I need to forget the things I have done. The needle and the thread, the bullet and the fawn The shadows cast by crosses on the boiling lawn So pour me a drink because we'll all be gone and I need to forget the things I have done. I washed my hands and cleaned my gun. I know I'm not the only one. So pour me a drink because we'll all be gone and I need to forget the things I have done.